Lan Jue watched the young man trot off. It was then he spied Chu Cheng sauntering over towards him with a lazy, unhurried gait. In his fine suit and vest, he was having no trouble attracting looks from the young girls around campus. From time to time he’d shoot a charming smile at them as they passed.
Lan Jue turned his back and made to leave, like he had no interest in dealing with the guy.
Of course Chu Cheng wouldn’t be denied, and his reaction time was nearly inhuman. Immediately his voice rose in a shout. “A-Jue, wait a minute!”
Zhou Qianlin and Tang Mi both turned to the source of the greeting.
Chu Cheng made his approach with big steps. By the time he arrived, he was already puffed up and beaming with pride. “What didja thing? Nice, right?”
“Him or you,” Lan Jue asked.
“Me!”
“You said two words,” Lan Jue muttered. “What’s good about it? Tell you what though, I had no idea how talented he was.”
